And as quickly as it all came,
Blame her tendancy to put significance on the minute
Because hard feels familiar
And easy, skeptical
A self-fulfilling prophecy.
Tries to catch herself before these papercuts get deeper
It's a sting
A tiny mistep
Don't make it more than it ever was
Don't let the hurt be disproportionate to the joy
Don't let anything not be worth it
Hell it feels like they've already used you.
Wanting to be jaded,
But knowing that would only give them the satisfaction
If she can't be content
Then no one can bitch
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."